Saturday Nite Lyrics by Ghostface Killah

Saturday Nite Lyrics

    Saturday night, Uptown
    Ridin past Kansas Fried Chicken
    What's poppin kid? We in the mix
    It's chilly 40 below
    Gate's closed gotta catch Dr. J's
    Blowin my hand, rub on my nose
    Tap the glass, stop frontin Duke, fresh pair of jeans
    Look I got loot, eleven in the Bass boots
    Heard a screech pull up, these Jakes flashed me 5 pictures
    One had my man's mug, Semi stepped brother hugs
    You asked the wrong guy son
    I'm from Melina, yeah we know Mr. Coles
    Flew in two days ago to see his fam'
    But we been watchin you, crazily
    The whole Staten Island shittin on you
    Wisdom Bird's pregnant out in Baisley
    Hold up snow in your ear, fresh baldie tried to change up
    Not trunk today, still lookin fly, still slammed up hung
    Your mom pop in your trunk, slow your pace
    Starks fixed your face, copped out the 6, five years probat'
    You dealin with a lot of science, motherfucker we're watchin you
    Make me wanna lick shots at you
    You disgust me, screwin me down, grab my gun
    Go 'head bust me, heard you hate Jake that's what it must be
    Hands behind your back, spread your legs
    Just found a roach in your tray
    It's not mine fucker, what I said
    You met the 13th nigga
    A multimillion dollar operation is based upon it yo
    Where in the Hell's the RZA?
    He's sellin mics, wildest joints
    Special made to go up in your hand and which went out on point
    Switched to the next scene, I'm at the crib buggin out
    on how po' live, hatin plus harassin the kid
    Park the truck in the double face garage
    Dial 1-900-Raekwon, tell the God shit's mega
    Reel flashin me on BET, Planet Groove, Rap City News
    NAACP committees.. [abruptly ends]